After the Silence – Part 3

I’m in love with this story.  It happened so slowly that I didn’t even notice until it had already happened.  This is just a blast to write.

The world I’m making is fantastic, full of endless potential and chock to the brim with character.  And characters.  It’s a double threat, which I’ve no reservations bragging about.  It’s not often that stories like this come around.

I’m grateful that the writing for After the Silence doesn’t require me to grit my teeth and squeeze out another post.  The metaphor is so true that it hurts.  There are days, many of them, where writing is The Little Bowel That Couldn’t.

Not so with the posts for After the Silence.  They move smoothly, one post following the next with the regularity of a German train schedule.  The Reign is Over has become a nightmare with the next portion of the story blocking me up all week.  I’ll do what I can to keep things loose, but the honest reality is that any triumph will be forged of willpower and pain.

I only hope it doesn’t destroy me on the way out.

After the Silence – Part 3

This story is no longer here.

The Unsheathed Quill